Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

I Sacrifice To No God Save Myself - And To My Belly, Greatest Of Deities.

Greatness Brings No Profit To People. God Indeed, When In Anger, Brings Greater Ruin To Great Mens Houses.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

Dead Men Have No Victory.